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(Johnny Cash) I hear the train a comin' Rollin' round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when. Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps dragging on While a train keeps a rolling on Down to San Antone. Well when I was just a baby My mama told me son Always be a good boy Don't ever play with guns. Well I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and I cry. --- Instrumental --- Well, I'll bet there's rich folks Eatin' in some fancy dining car Probably drinking coffee And smoking big cigars. Well, I know I had it coming I know I can't be free But those people keep a-moving That's what tortures me. --- Instrumental --- Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Bet I'd move it on A little farther down the line. Far from Folsom Prison That's where I long to stay Then I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away... |